Ned thumbed his cellphone to re-read the incoming text.
'Taxi driver got lost, dropped me at the Strip and Fuck Club. Can you come get me? Please?? ... Farrah'
Ned summoned the chauffeur and rode the hour through afternoon rush hour traffic to the exclusive club. He asked the driver to park nearby, explaining he needed to bailout the latest TWA tune-up attendee.
Ned flashed his TWA crested member card at the door. The bouncer nodded knowingly. About an hour ago, a striking young woman had produced an identical entrance card and said she was meeting her tardy business associate inside. The shaved head black man escorted Ned inside and pointed towards the smartly dressed vixen seated alone at a small café table against the far wall.
Farrah saw the bouncer point her out to the man he was guiding. She took up her drink and sipped coyly, hiding her conceited smile, eyeing the TWA coach tutor over the rim of her glass. Ned palmed a C-note to the bouncer during his thank-you dismissal. She could barely hide her smugness as Ned moved across the room.
Rather than completely closing on the young woman named Farrah, he slipped into an empty table at the center of the room. The dozen male patrons ignored him as they watched the dancing stripper wiggle seductively out her last clothes onstage. She was good; the last warmup show before the featured star of the afternoon. That main act always included audience participation, thus the club's name. The cluster of topless waitresses had departed the room just before Ned arrived. They hustled backstage to ready themselves for the compatible floor activities that they would perform during the upcoming main event.
Ned sat sideways to the stage, facing Farrah and ignoring the naked performer as she bowed her exit stage right. The music had faded and the men were scraping their chairs, getting positioned for the afternoon's ultimate stage spectacle.
Ned coolly stretched his arm level towards Farrah across the room. He pointed his index finger, then wiggled the 'come here' finger motion. The men did double takes between Ned and Farrah.
Her expression froze at the impudent summons and she abnormally blushed at the unwanted audience's attention. Ned's treatment was so different from the way ordinary men stuttered and fawned in her presence. But her TWA instilled poise rose to the occasion. The alpha male had beckoned her; she must oblige.
Farrah meekly rose from her safe sanctuary beyond the edge of the male crowd. She stepped off warily, a slow model walk, headed for Ned's crowded focal position. Her path forced her to squeeze between the randomly cited chairs and tables, their occupants mesmerized by her graceful amble as she brushed through the crowd.
Ned examined her as she seductively approached. She was not tall, even in her heels, a bit petite in the body. Her club-wear red dress was very loose, sleeveless, with large arm holes gathered at the tied waist. The loose collar drooped low, displaying her smooth skin from her neck down to her toned abs. Breaking free of the obstructing throng, her runway model struts fanned the fabric sides atop her firm compact breasts. The skirt was full, the wide hem fluttering at mid-thigh.
She ended her bidden trek a few yards from Ned. His hand signed a spin motion. She obediently executed a nimble dance revolution, giving everyone a 360 panorama. Her bare back confirmed Ned's suspicions. Farrah's firm nubile boobs were unbridled beneath the loose dress.
Her surrounding rapt admirers were stone silent. They had never seen such a spicy nymph attending the normally male dominated club. The strippers and waitresses were pros and fair game. But this sex kitten was unknown but certainly worth getting to know. She willingly followed directions from this visiting stranger.
She finished stepping up to Ned and extended her hand. "Thank you for inviting me over, sir."
Ned glanced at the extended hand of greeting but didn't move to respond in kind. Rather he slumped a little in his seat, opened his legs a bit wider and pointed dramatically to his groin.
Farrah took in an imperceptible breath of annoyance before she lifted her skirt hem waist high to reveal her bright white satin thong. The silent room rippled with low groans. Farrah straddled up onto Ned's waiting crotch and dropped the skirt hem over their legs, shrouding the cozy genital contact.
Meanwhile, the bouncer noticed the quiet in the main room and then the murmurs; he left the front door to investigate. He spied Farrah mounted on Ned's lap with every male eye in the room focused on the pair. Her oscillating hips ground her panties hard against Ned's zipper. The lap dancing pair were staring intently into the other's eyes, apparently oblivious to their audience. Quick witted, the bouncer signaled to the control booth to hold off on the impending main stage act. This unexpected free show was good for business. The word of mouth rumors alone would generate double the club's volume over the next few months.
Farrah pulled Ned's face into her chest. She hugged his neck, looking past him to where the bouncer stood sentry. Ned's nose was filled by her flowery scent. He inched his face under the dress to her left tit. He kissed and then nipped her bare pert nipple. Farrah's eyes shot wide at the tit nibble but then squinted into a sly smile that thrilled the watching bouncer and club onlookers. She rolled her shoulders, rubbing her hidden boob harder against Ned's shrouded face. Her hips renewed the sawing action against his sheltered erection.
The men had recovered their wits and whispered bawdy accolades to each other. Farrah heard the giddy murmurs and took them to be implied complements. She increased her attention to Ned's happiness.
Her mood was broken by a coarse remark.
